"4 Rules"

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Any fool can make a rule and Any fool will mind it ~ Henry David Thoreau

Chapter 14: 4 Rules
Tuesday
October 8th

Jai'yanna's Pov:

"There are 4 rules to this league. Kill, or be killed, survive or die." The head of the table (England Royalty) presented.

As I stood before them all in my best dressed

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As I stood before them all in my best dressed.

I sat at the table patiently waiting on Calvin a Nordvac family (Russian Royalty), a green eyed woman who looked of  (Italian Royalty), and Jaylen (The God Father), a man with one eye (British Royalty), a woman so short she didn't reach eye level (Austria-Hungary Royalty). It was all of world war 1 in a room.

I guess some unions can never be broken.

Especially the families hired in those times of need. An here I stood waiting for my life sentence— My immunity.

The true death of Jai'Yanna because I am now

The Don.

Who I've always been.

The sizzling sound of metal popped against my skin. "Ugh-" I cried in agonizing pain as the steel rod pressed deeper.

All I could do was look into my brothers eyes as I tried not to cry. His nonchalant look made this intense moment 5 times worse. An oddly enough I wished my dad was here to see it.

A serpent with a knife and the saying, "Perpetual wink a penalty we'll pay." Was branded into my skin above my shoulder.

Saddest thing is now they own me...

"Thank you the Don. For being the first women to come from such small beginnings to bigger becomings. Don welcome to the End. I hope you enjoy freeing souls as much as we like ridding them. Congratulations to our first creation of ,such uniqueness and it all starts with you."

I bowed.

As a masked man poured alcohol over my new trade mark. I cringed at the pain but, it wasn't enough to make me shudder. Like the metal did.

The god father stood from his seat and met me in-front of the entire table. "Do you feel that?"

"Feel what?" I turned from the table covering the nervousness in my face.

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